- Messages
- 27
- Age
- 2/2008
The moment that Jezebella Hurley was given the freedom to go to Las Vegas from the Ministress of Magic, Jezebella made no hesitation to leave in the muggle ways of travel because of her limited use of a wand. She had a magical tracer on her neck, something in the shape of a pendant so that she does not try to escape her probational periods. Jezebella had tortured a boy in school, that had gotten her in so much trouble, she was nearly expelled and if she harmed another person again, within the next five years, she was going to Azkaban without a trial, no questions asked. That was April of 2024. She had another two years before she was off probation, and fears of even using magic would be a thing of the past. Entering a casino in a rather cute yet revealing outfit, her violet eyes shown with ferocity and a longing to just have fun. Entering the casino, she was looking for a way into the magical part of the place but apparently, there was none. Jezebella had been stuck living in a muggle lifestyle, she just wanted a way out and she wanted nothing more but to just break her probation so that she could teach some people to behave like human beings and not like spineless worms. Some people really needed a good kick in the rear to get back into shape, but she was not the one to do it apparently, or else she would have done it already. She did remember something though, she never wanted to face another dementor again. It was probably her boggart, those things frightened her so much. She could remember the feeling of their slimy skeletal hands upon her arms.
The moment she could find herself a spot near the bar, Jezebella could smell the alcohol flowing through this room, and though she had to seat herself down to something nice and active, she hated alcoholics for the longest time. She was once engaged because her parents wanted her a good pure-blood man, to spread the line, and though her cousins and all were failing, they did not realize that the man was a drunk, and he tried many times to seduce Jezebella and she did not want to submit. So, she ended up just leaving him at the alter, earning the title of the Runaway Bride, because Jezebella Hurley did not want to become Jezebella Morton. She did not even know if he was a true pure-blood or not. Jezebella blinked her violet eyes once more, before she turned to the barkeeper and she asked, "Can I get a coke?" The barkeeper gazed over her extremely lean body and he smirked, "I'll get you anything, babe." Jezebella glared at him and hoped that he choked on his own breath but the foolish man gave her the drink, and she noticed the way he was keeping the bars. A small smirk played across her lips. This casino had magical people in it, but she was so caught up in her own thoughts, she did not see it before. Jezebella felt a little more at ease, and it never occurred to her that a casino named "Whomping Willows" was for those with magical connections. Her violet eyes let her in here, because it was a known Hurley trait. Jezebella crossed her legs and she scanned over the place once more, and she wondered if she would find someone to actually speak to. And hopefully, she wasn't being under surveillance because she hated being watched.
The moment she could find herself a spot near the bar, Jezebella could smell the alcohol flowing through this room, and though she had to seat herself down to something nice and active, she hated alcoholics for the longest time. She was once engaged because her parents wanted her a good pure-blood man, to spread the line, and though her cousins and all were failing, they did not realize that the man was a drunk, and he tried many times to seduce Jezebella and she did not want to submit. So, she ended up just leaving him at the alter, earning the title of the Runaway Bride, because Jezebella Hurley did not want to become Jezebella Morton. She did not even know if he was a true pure-blood or not. Jezebella blinked her violet eyes once more, before she turned to the barkeeper and she asked, "Can I get a coke?" The barkeeper gazed over her extremely lean body and he smirked, "I'll get you anything, babe." Jezebella glared at him and hoped that he choked on his own breath but the foolish man gave her the drink, and she noticed the way he was keeping the bars. A small smirk played across her lips. This casino had magical people in it, but she was so caught up in her own thoughts, she did not see it before. Jezebella felt a little more at ease, and it never occurred to her that a casino named "Whomping Willows" was for those with magical connections. Her violet eyes let her in here, because it was a known Hurley trait. Jezebella crossed her legs and she scanned over the place once more, and she wondered if she would find someone to actually speak to. And hopefully, she wasn't being under surveillance because she hated being watched.